Slum (feat. Shawnna & Tity Boi)

They like this here

It time to represent the slum, know what I mean?

2-0 (Yeah)

Tit (Bitch)

Shawnna (Yeah)

(Bitch)

Two, oh get it right from the get go

Go broke, fuck around, pull the kit closed

Talking shit in the dick, here the clip go

Sit down, smoke dro and let tit flow

This for my **** Bo locked in the pen

Done sold cain and even raised his kid

My folks in the hold 'em don't even know

I know where in the world Bin Laden is

Slow down y'all, why did them **** want some

And we a show them motherfuckers they'll get some

I'm from the city of shitty **** and victims

Till we met Tit and Shawnna, bring 'em big thugs

Luda fate Titty ho on the south side

Face down, ass up with her mouth wide

You know the drill slangin' pills tryna get green

I'm not too old but I got a M-16

Slums

All them **** and they bitches with they own ends

Slums

Who riding cutless and them Caddies on them grown men?

Slums

Who's in the trap and make them papers till the folks close

Slums

You know the game will never change unless we owe 'em somethin'

I'm like this corner, I gotta stay bent

I need every quarter, I gotta pay rent

I see you ****, you got plans and shit

But you gotta stop shakin' and get you dancin' for me

Oh, she hit a motherfucker straight up off them blocks, serving rocks

Tryna to get them in my sock before the cop see

And if a **** wanna take it to the glocks, wanna shock

Quicker than the mother fucker tryna pop me

Keep it trill, what you know about Scottsdale

Heating licks, fighting pits and a glock tale

Math teacher, Detroit preacher even cops sell

And now he pleading over bread 'cause the block fell

When I was dead broke, I ain't like posters

Stuntin' 'round me, might stunt your growth

Draw down on, four pound on

Pick your sorry ass up off the ground, ho

Slums

All them **** and they bitches with they own ends

Slums

Who riding cutless and them Caddies on them grown men?

Slums

Who's in the trap and make them papers till the folks close

Slums

You know the game will never change unless we owe 'em somethin'

I wish a motherfucker would try to come test a bitch

I'm in the back, task **** wanna base a bitch

Just bring them Cadillac trucks and them Lexus

And can't none y'all **** stand next to this

Drug dealer, I'm a legend in my own time

Nike signs, happy faces and the whole nine

Pop pills, poppin' pussy, poppin' Chrys', ****

Li'l fate, I double Ludacris, ****

I'm like fuck every single free throw

Even thought I might **** with a pink toe

The game is fast but the cash is slow

Why they wanna come to tit like he knows

Roll the block in a black 6-4

Smoking the chunk in the sack, Tit bro

Project **** with a project flow

Slum ass **** with them slum ass hoes

Slums

All them **** and they bitches with they own ends

Slums

Who ridin' cutless and them Caddies on them grown men?

Slums

Who's in the trap and make them papers till the folks close

Slums

You know the game will never change unless we owe 'em somethin'

Slums

All them **** and they bitches with they own ends

Slums

Who ridin' cutless and them Caddies on them grown men?

Slums

Who's in the trap and make them papers till the folks close

Slums

You know the game will never change unless we owe 'em somethin'